Monthly Archives: April 2016

While walking one day in the Bois Marianne and Jean-Paul went too far. Now she nurses the bébé Saying ruefully ‘Mébé I should have retained my sang froid.’

There’s a fine seaside town called Collioure Where a maiden exceedingly pure Met an ardent young swain Who’d come up from Spain – And the rest of this story’s impure.

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I heard them discussing tajine So I asked them: ‘Just what does that mean? Is it lentils, or lamb? Or strawberry jam? Or escargots in a terrine?’ They said: ‘It’s a posh word for stew. And it’s ever so easy … Continue reading →

Cried a flighty young lady from Rustington: ‘I’ve done all my chores, got my dusting done. I’ll go out on the pull.’ Which she did – to the full! Then returned with a smile, all her lusting done.